bout time i wrote something else in here.
y'know...i realy cant wait.
to what?
I CANT WAIT TO BOMB SOME DODONGOS!
goddamn it, internet.
every time i think ive seen it all, the internet proves me wrong.
its times like those, that i regret having eyes.
THIS...IS....a comment in my diary. nothing more.
AND TONIGHT i dine alone.
SPARTAAAA
i may have a non-exisstant social life, but at leat i can beat hard mode of every game, suckas.
GAME OVER
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back from the killing rampage. damn, i feel good now! whats that you say? get out more? HOW ABOUT NO!?
got an xbox 360. oh yes. oh HELL YES MWE HEE HEE HEEE! IM OFF TO KILL SOME THINGS, MMMMKAY!? GOOOOOOOOOOOOo
dammit, richard the third lost his innards. oh well. (i think im bat-shit insane. o rly? YA RLY NOW FECTCH ME SOME SPOONS! AHAHAHAHAH! yes, sir.)
NOOO~ BORIS SPLIT IN HALF! *sniff* he lost his foot before, and i glued it on the wrong way, then he lost his head, but i glued that on right this time...but now! hes! in HALF! AND IVE RUN OUT OF THE GLUE!!11!1 so ill rename him top boris and bottom boris! PROBLEM BLOODY SOLVED!
i got me a pet lobster. well, he is plastic, but that doesnt stop him from being better than a pet rock. i shall call him MANFRED VON RICHTOFEN, THE RED BARON (or red lobster >.>) he is the win.
CHOCOBO HOT AND COLD IT DRIVES ME MAD WITH THE CONSTANT PRESSING OF THE SQUARE BUTTON